Healing is understanding your pain. Respecting your pain. Looking it dead in the eyes and understanding why you feel the way you do.
Let says you got all the things you wanted, all your visualizations realized. The picture was strung together seamlessly and all the stars were aligned on your chandelier. Would you finally feel whole?
Be transparent, even if it’s hard.
Tell her she’s beautiful every single day.
Get out of my face with this weird, puritanical sex baggage that we are somehow still carrying around in a world where crazy people are playing with nuclear weapons like they’re Tonka Trucks and we are teetering on a global economic meltdown that could plunge us into dystopia.
No longer worrying about looking cute in front of each other while you’re eating.